I felt pretty good today, except that my fastball escaped me almost completely. Five runs on eight hits. Just kept dangling a fastball right in the middle of the plate--you cannot do that to Major League hitters. Bad Richie.
But I had six strikeouts. I know, I know, k's don't mean much, but I love getting strikeouts. I was more nervous today than
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He's the same height as me, you know. And probably less scary.
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And dammit, I told you this already. No, dude. We have gone over this. You - 6'5, 220 or something. 230. Him - 6'5, about A THOUSAND POUNDS OF MUSCLE. There is a vast difference.
He could eat me for breakfast or something. It's quite cool and scary.
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